In a noble manor outside Langton, an extravagant banquet was underway.
Though the weather was cold, the blazing fireplaces, various heating facilities, and floor heating ensured that guests at the banquet wouldn't feel cold even if they were naked.
In fact, to these people, hosting a naked winter gathering was no longer an exciting way to play.
Previously, they even tried hosting the banquet directly in the snow. If it weren't for the difficulty in ensuring the food's taste and the discomfort of snowflakes landing on their bodies, these people would genuinely hold such a morally and ethically subversive banquet outdoors.
After all, in the summer, they actually held banquets outdoors.
"...Oh, Boynes is dead, along with Yellen..." One noble was sitting by the table, enjoying his food, chatting with another guest nearby. Yet while chatting, he didn't forget to reach under the table and give a pat: "Easy, baby."
